Friday, April 6, 2012
I just finished my 'transitional' relationship. My first involvement of body, heart and soul since my husband's death. I'm so glad I took the chance with this man, because it was wonderful to have a man's arms around me again. I came to love him, too, and that's never a loss.
It began on JD's 64th birthday, April 4, 2011, and ended on his 65th birthday, 2012. On his birthday. In a garden, after treating him to lunch.
Let's back up to one year ago. My first deep infatuation had just ended without consummation. The floodgates of female passion had opened wide and had no where to go. Well, one way to get over someone is to meet someone new, right? Enter JD. He was friendly, handsome, and harmless. Totally trustworthy. But with four underage kids still at home he was Mr. Mom. With full and fair disclosure, he said the kids came first, he came second, and any woman came third.
I was lonely. Maybe if I approached him as 'summer fling' material, I could swing this. Maybe we could be more, my heart and body said during the fall. We'd come to love each other in a way. Twice we came back together to try to work something out. Still, I was stunned when I heard the "I'm just not that into you" speech last Tuesday. Could have fooled me. He had invited me to Easter dinner with his family.
Did I want to go through the door he had just shown me? Next day, on his birthday, I made sure I understood him correctly. Yes. This time the good byes were for real. I cried, and surprisingly, he did, too.
JD, I so enjoyed knowing you.